*Oh, how the sun approached the moon,
a thousand times to kiss him.
And, how the moon allowed her,
knowing, she will burn him,
again and again.
Now we know,
why the moon carries craters all over his face.
why he never hides them.*
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
*Oh, how the sun approached the moon,
a thousand times to kiss him.
And, how the moon allowed her,
knowing, she will burn him,
again and again.
Now we know,
why the moon carries craters all over his face.
why he never hides them.*
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